A lot of people like to think that Tel-Aviv and NYC have a lot in common. Traffic congestion is a trade-mark; the under tunnel train will soon be complete. And it never sleeps. Bars are open until 4am only to reopen two hours later. People stay up late and the streets are stuffed with young Israelis, most of whom hipsters who are utterly in-love with the city and would pay any price to live in its center–the epicenter of fashion, technology, innovation, gourmet and more.
I wasn’t supposed to be a motorcycle rider. Every inch in my body is certain I would have never had the courage to learn how to ride, never found the time… few other circumstantial reasons would have prevented me from ever trying, I’m sure. Besides, judging by the road, most women don’t ride, they sit in the back.